InLove said:Here's another (think Renaissance):
Here lire ainsi un gentiluomo grassetto a who que very les bons He tonne went lengths untold, And on brink of Death grave the the had on him no hold. By world he série the small frightened IT tonne store-He somehow by Fate's core-Yet the plat, Though he'd lived a crazy, When he died he que more once sane.
InLove said:That would be Hamlet speaking of Yorick to Horatio--good guess, and I figured someone might say it--but its not the answer. Shakespeare is not involved in this one.
Here's another hint: These lines come at the very end of a certain narrative
InLove said:Oh, Oh, Oh (raising hand, putting hand down, repeat)
I know this one--
Actually, a favorite of mine...but since I am married to the poster, think I will bow out--but good one, "Jack".<---add X's and O's)
InPeace,
InLove
Jack Halyard said:Here's one for you folks.
To only indicate and free request and evening star for me! And it cannot be with gemito bars us, when I put out with the sea but a tide starting from the muovendosi seems addormentata, too full for the sound and the piuma with gum when what it drew towards the part external of important anchorings boundless of endorsings to put. Play of the evening and half light and after the this nerezza! And it cannot be with us sadness LED goodbye, when me loading; For the tho ' towards the part external of Bär bourne of time and HIM it presents to lathed Träger of the flood far éspoir to see of Seite with Seite mien schrämt Pfahl when it bars crost.
Quahom1 said:Sea-Fever by John Masefield 1878?...
oh, please say yes, please say yes, please say yes...LOL![]()
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